User blog comment:Princess of Mousetheives/Creatures of the East RPG/@comment-39940417-20191107055950/@comment-32303-20191126212216

The hiss of steel being drawn echoed in the room as Skipper Malachi MacDougall stepped forward, saluting Falkin with the shining claymore in his paw. The rough accent of the Highlands rose in the room. "Ah'll gae oot the west gate an' draw the scum away frae the Abbey. Et looks like the vermin dinnae ken the woods well; ah ken where the auld ruins o' Saint Ninian's used tae stand. Ah'll lead 'em there, mah Banshee'll pick 'em off one at a time. That'll give ye time tae set the barricades. An' get archers tae defend the walls. Ah'll have the advantage oot there, ah ken the land. Lock the west gate behind me once ah'm oot, mates." Turning on his last word, the otter left the room at a run.